It may be because I just watched the movie, Scandal, a portrayal of the Profumo Sex Scandal of the 1960s that my head is on things Britannica...The whole while, like with the Clinton or Gingrich or fill-in-the-blank scandal, heck even the (scandalous because it took place at all) wedding of Rush Limbaugh, I just kept reminding myself that one needs to suspend their critical judgment: I don't mean about the film, I mean about the fact that any of these guys could ever get someone so hot to go to bed with them in the first place (well, Monica excepted).
So was I tickled as pink as a stripper's boa when reading the British headlines today:
This 25 yr. old jobless bloke (to avoid calling him what he really is, a total loser) has fathered 10 kids by 10 women (two on the way), paid for by the British taxpayer (and maybe upwards of 15 since he refuses to use condoms and clearly can't count that high). One look at him, and you cannot for the life of you fathom how he could have bagged anyone, let alone 10 of them. He must have found 10 women with a fetish for albino snakes.
This article was then followed by the piece reporting that Viagra would now be available at supermarkets at half the price.
I just have a few words of wisdom for all involved:
- For (very) Lucky Louie: If you really wanted your sperm out there, perhaps you could have sold it and earned some money from your exploits (of course, there's always a reality show waiting, co-starring Octomom)
- For the Ladies (term used loosely-in this case, real loose): No, coming forward with your story is not going to bring in gazillions. In case you haven't noticed, he is NO Tiger Woods.
- For the British Govt: Am I the only one who thinks that you're going about things...a wee bit ass-backwards??
Perhaps the Pope's visit to the UK was a good thing after all: Importing a bit more Italian catholicism and hey - maybe the birth rate would plummet to Italian levels.